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A DOLL’S DAY 


By 

BEATRICE BRADSHAW BROWN 

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With Illustrations by 


BARBARA HAVEN BROWN 

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BOSTON 

LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY 
1931 


Copyright, Idol, 

BY LITTLE. BROWN, AND COMPANY 


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LITHOGRAPHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 
BY THE JERSEY CITY PRINTING COMPANY 


OCT 10 1931 

©CIA 13174 




To 

H. H. B. 



My Mother teaches me each day 





















Mother and I 


Y Mother teaches me each day; 

She says it is the only way 
To bring me up aright. 

She tells me what to do and say, 
How to work and when to play, 

And how to be polite. 
























Seven O* Clock 


Awakening 

HEN Mother calls me from my bed, 
The winter sun is rising red 
And tossing diamonds far and wide 
On all the snowy countryside, 

And flower beds and garden lanes 
Are frosted on the windowpanes. 

My Mother dresses me with care 
And combs the tangles from my hair. 

But soon she says that I must know 
Where the hooks and buttons go. 

How to comb my hair alone. 

And dress myself when I am grown. 

It is so hard to twist and turn! 

I wonder if I’ll ever learn. 




My Mother dresses me with care 



























































Eight O*Clock 


Duties 



soon as ever I’ve been fed, 

I smooth the sheets and make my 

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And sweep the corners with my broom, 
I put my night clothes all away. 

And then I’m ready for the day. 





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Nine O'Clock 


Travel 



ETER goes to London, 

I shall go to France. 
Hear our horses gallop! 
See them prance! 


All across the ocean, 

Far heyond the sea. 
Pussy carries Peter, 
Dobbin, me. 


Pussy, do be careful! 

Peterkin will fall. 

But it wouldn’t hurt him — 
Not at all. 


Baluchistan and Bagdad, 

Petrograd and Rome — 

All around the world, and then 
Home. 




Hear our horses gallop 






































Ten O'clock 

School 

E put aside our toys and play 
And have our lessons every day. 
My Mother says that if we try— 
Topsy, Peterkin, and I — 

We soon shall learn to read and spell 
And do our numbers very well. 

She writes upon a board with chalk 

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And tells us not to laugh or talk. 





We have our lessons every day 






















































Eleven O* Clock 


Domestic Art 



'VERY doll should learn to bake 
Biscuits, bread, and lightest cake. 
And cook a meal, the very best. 
To please the most exacting guest. 
And so my Mother teaches me 
What the right proportions be; 

How to mix and how to knead. 

And thinnest crust to roll. 

She bids me pay the strictest heed. 

And if I’m very good indeed. 

She lets me lick the bowl. 


Every doll should learn to bake 





























































Twelve O'Clock 


The Culprit 

,HE table was set as neat as 
could be 

And dinner all ready for Mother 
and me; 

But Pussy was hungry and wanted some food. 
And ate up our luncheon because it was good! 








Pussy was hungry and wanted some food 
















































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One O'clock 


The Fitting 



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am as proud as I can be 
When Mother makes my frocks 
for me, 

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Than dresses in store windows are. 


She sews them daintily by hand; 

And very straight and tall I stand, 

While Mother says, '^‘^Turn slowly, please,” 
And pins the hem up round my knees. 







Mother makes my frocks for me 














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Two O* Clock 


Music 


Y Mother takes me on her knees 
Before the white piano keys. 

She teaches me a song to play, 
And bids me practice every day. 
And just to show what he can do, 

The Pussycat sings with us, too! 





She teaches me a song to play 




















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Three O* Clock 


Our Sled 


OWN the steep hillside, all covered 
with snow, 

Faster than birds to the valley 
we go; 

Wind in our hair and snow in our eyes. 

Faster than fairies our eager sled flies. 



Soon, flinging his banner so high in the west. 
The sun will be winking and sinking to rest; 
So a last long climb and a last swift ride. 

Then home to play by the fireside! 





Faster than fairies our eager sled flies 
























































Four Clock 


A Catastrophe 

E built a castle wide and tall 
With towers and a mighty wall, 
And caves beneath it in the 
rocks; 

We made them all with building blocks! 

An earthquake came and swept away 
Our mighty castle, every bit. 

(We said an earthquake just in play: 

The Pussycat walked over it!) 




We built a castle wide and tall 




























































































































Five O'clock 


Supper 

HEN winter evening conies at last 
And the short, busy day is past, 
The shades are drawn, the 
candles lit. 

And at our supper now we sit. 

We have our soup within a bowl. 

And jam to eat with crusty roll. 

My Mother sips with dainty grace. 

And leaves no crumbs beside her place. 

Just as a lady should. 

Pussy’s bowl is on the floor. 

He drinks his milk and asks for more. 
Because it is so good. 








We have our soup within a bowl 


































Six O’clock 


Romance 


HE cold wind sings outside the door 
And Mother gathers us before 
The cozy fire after tea— 

Topsy, Peterkin, and me. 

She tells us tales of other lands. 

Of hidden treasure, robber bands. 

Of ships afloat on distant seas. 

And fairies living in the trees! 






She tells us tales of other lands 














































































Seven O* Clock 


Night 

ND now at last to bed I go, 

The world outside is white with 
snow, 

And when the window’s raised, I hear 
The cold trees snapping far and near. 

My prayers are said, my blankets tight 
Are wrapped about me for the night. 

And soon again another day 

Will bring its pleasant work and play. 





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